The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1887-07-29

much anr1ehtened as were the disciples Of my
text. Don't worry, don't fret, as though in
iquity We're going to triumph over righteous
ness
A lion goes into cavern to sleep. He lies
down, with his shaggy name covering the
paws. Meanwhile the spiders spin a web
across the mouth Of the cavern, and say
We have captured him. GoSsamer thread
after gussan1er thread is spun until the whole
front OF the cavern is covered with the spi-
dersf web, and the spiders say THE lion is
done; the hon is FAST After awhile the lion
has got through sleeping; he rolises himself,
ne shakes his name, he walks out into thesun-
light; he does not even know the spiders' web
Is spun, and with his voice he shakes the
mountain.
80 men come spinning their sopllistries and
skeptlcism about Jesus Christ: lie seems to
be Sleeping. They say; We have captured
the Lord; He will never come forth again
upon the nation; Christ is captured forever
his religion VIII never make any conquest
among men, But after while the Lion of
the Tribe Of Judah Will rouse Himself and
come forth 10 shake nightly the nations
W hat is the SPIDERS web 10 the aroused lioni
Give truth and error a fair grapple, and truth
VIII come off victor.
but there are a great many good people
whoget aifrightened in other respects; they
are alirightened in our day about REVEALS
They say; ''Ohl this IS a strong religious gale;
We are afraid the Church of God Is going to
be upset, and there are going to be a great
many people brought into the church that
are gong to be Of no Use tOit;' and they are
aHr1ghtened Whenever they see a revival
taking hold of the churches.
As though a ship captain with five thou
sand bushels of whslt for cargo should say,
some day, coming upon deck: Throw over
board all CARGO and the sailors should say:
Why, captain what do you mean: Throw
over all the cargo "Oh,' slys the captain,
we have n peck of chaiT that has got into
this five thousand bushels of wheat, and the
only way to get rid of the chaf is to throw
all the wheat overheard Now, that is
great deal wiser than tine talk Of a great
many Christians who want TO throw over
board ell the thousands and tens OF thousands
OF souls who are the subjects of revivals.
Throw all overheard because they are brought
into the kingdom of God through great re-
vivals, because there is peck of chalf, a pint
OF chaifi say, let them stay until the Last
Day; the Lord will divide the chaff from the
wheat.
Do not be afraid of a great revival.
Oh, that these gales from heaven might
sweep through all our churches Oh, for
such days as Richard Baxter saw III Kidder-
Minister and Robert McC leyne saw In Dundeei
Oh. for such days as Jonathan Edwards saw
in Northampton | have often heard my
father tell OF the fact that in the early part
OF this century revival broke out at Somer-
vile, y. j., and soIie people were very much
asitSted about it They said: oh Won are
going to bring too many people into the
church at ouce:n and they sent down to New
Brunswick 10 get John Livingston to stop the
revival
Well. there was no better soul in all the
world than John Livingston He went and
looked at the revival they wanted him to
stop it. lie stood in the pulpit on the Sab
hath, and looked over the solemn auditory,
and he said: ''This, brethren, is in reality the
work OF God; beware how you try to stop it"
And he was an old man, leaning heavily on
his staff-a very old man. And lie lifted that
staff, and took hold of the end of that staff,
and began to let it fall very slowly through
between the finger and the thumb and he
said: "Oh, thou iinpenitent, thou art falling
now-falling away from life, falling away
from peace and heaven, falling as certainly
as that cane is falling through my haud-fall-
ing certainly, though perhaps falling slow
" And the cane kept on falling through
John LivingstOn's hand. The religious emo
i'll the audience was overpOwering, and men
saw type of their doom. as the cane kept
falling AMI falling, until the knob of
the cane struck Mr.. l.ivingstOns hand, and he
clasped it stoutly and said: ''But the grace Of
God can stop you, as stopped that cane
aud then there was gladiless all through the
house at the fact Of pardon and peace and
salvation. "WeIl," said the people after the
service, Il guess yoIf had better send Livings-
ton home; he is making the revival worsen
Oh, for the gales from heaven, and Christ on
board the ship The danger of the Church Of
God is not in revivals.
Again my subject impresses me with the
fact that Jesus was God and man in the same
being. Here He is in the back part of the
boat. Oh, how tired He looks; what sad
dreams he must havel Look at his couute-
nance; He must be thinking of the cross to
sasue. Look at Him, He is a man--bone Of
oar 35.Ie iieS.I ct our ilesl1s-Tired.. he falls
ASLEEP; He is man. But then l find Christ
at the prov OF the boat; | hear him say:
peace, be STILL and | see the storm kneel-
ing at His feet, and the tempests folding their
wings in His presence; He is a God.
II | have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, go and kneel down at the hack
part Of the boat, and say: 20, Christi weary
one of Gennesaret, sympathizc with all my
sorrows. man Of Nazareth, man ofthe cross
A man, man. But if | want to conquer my
spiritual foes, if want to get the victory
over sin, death and he'll, come to the front
OF the boat and / kneel down, and | say:
80, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou VINO dost hush
the tempest hush all my grief, hush
all my temptation, hush all my SIM A man,
a man; a God, God
/ learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush tempest.
Il did seem as if everything must go to
ruin The disciples had given up the idea of
the slip; the crew were entirely
yet Christ rises and He puts
His foot on the Storm and 1t crouches at His
feet Oh, yes! Christ can hush the tempest.
You have had tronble. Perhaps it was the
little child taken away from yOu-the sweet
est child of the household, the one who asked
the most curious questions, and stood around
YOU with the greatest fOndness and the spade
cut down through your bleeding heart. Per
hans it was an only son, and your heart has
ever since been like the desolated castle, the
owls of the night hooting among the falling
arches and the crumbllng stairways.
Perhaps 1t was an aged mother. " on
always went to her with your troubles. She
was in ydiir home TO welcome your children
into life and when they died she was there to
pity you; that old hand viii do YOU no more
kindness; that white lock Of hair YOU put
away in the lOcket didn't look as it usually
did when she brushed it away from her
wrinkled brow in the home circle or in the
country church. Or your property gone,
you said: Il have 50 much bank stock,
have so many Government securities, have
50 many houses, l have 50 many farms all
gone, all gone,
Why, sir, all the storms that ever trampled
their thunders. all the shipwrecks have not
been worse than this to You. Yet you
INV = tAtL hNNll bNtA " hF
Christ hushed the tempest Your little one
was taken away. Christ says: 4 have that
little one in my keeping. can care for him
as well as you can, better than You can, o
bereaved mother ~ flushing the tempest.
When your property went away God said;
There are treasures in heaven, in banks that
never break Jesus hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we will all
have to run. The moment when we let go OF
this life and try TO take hold of the next we
will want all the grace possible. Yonder
see Christian soul rocking on the surgeS OF
death; all the powers of darkness seem to let
out against the soul-the swiriing wave, the
thunder OF the sky, the shrek of the wind,
all seem to unite together: but that soul is
not troubled: there is no signing, there are no
tears; plenty of tears in the room at the de
parture. but he weeps no tears; calm, salts
lied, PEACEFUL all is well By the flash of the
storm you see the harbor just ahead. and you
are making for that harbor. All shall be
well, Jesus hushing The tempest.
Into the harbor OF heaven now we glide;
We're home at last, home at last
Softly we drift on its bright, silv'ry tide,
We're home al last
GLORY TO God all our dangers are DER.
We stand secure on the gorifed shore;
Glory to God we will shout everNore,
We're home at last"
ALICE RICHARDS is poor ballet girl
Of New York City, but she enjoys the